"Wonderland"

Oh, how I miss those crisp cold months.
Breathing in the crisp cold air as soon as we stepped out of the house.
Frolicking in the pure white ground.
We used to call it “wonderland”.

The “wonderland” we used to get lost in.
Sticking out our tongues while the look in wonder of what we call “the magical marshmallows falling from the sky”.
As they drift down from the sky,
They gently hit our tongues, which melt.
Disintegrating into the unknown.

When you fall down
I was the one to pick you up.
I was the one to brush the “magical wonder powder” off your jacket.

Hours and hours went by.
Mother calls our names to come back inside.
Inside.
We sip hot chocolate,
It was warm, and the aroma gave the house a sweet smell.

We watched the “wonderland” grow,
We watch its height grow from ground up.

We then watch the clock tick.
“Tick tock, tick tock, tock”
We give the clock our undivided attention.
We gave it that “death stare”
For a while.
Time passed,
We looked back at the window.
“It’s gone”
Not even having a last goodbye.
Oh, how I missed that aesthetic “wonderland”.